“Yes, my Adonis?” Chris was as naked as Lance was.
Lance leaned forward and drew him close. “Ever done it on a washing machine?”
“Why Lance! You dirty man!”
Chris dug the toga out of the dryer to wear while Lance slept.
Lance suffered through Chris poking him all through a new episode of Criminal Minds, but turned and pounced on him as soon as the credit began to roll. He was pretty sure he was going to injure himself soon, but he was having so much fun he no longer cared. They fell asleep on the couch.
Chris woke Lance up in bed, toga on and very wilted laurels in place. Lance looked at him, thought about how much he wanted him, even as his body screamed in protest. He flopped back on the bed and sighed.
“What’s with the get-up Chris?”
Chris stood for a moment, stunned. Then, throwing his arms wide sang. “It’s just my little tribute to Caligula, darling!”
Lance propped himself up on his elbows and stared. “A porno!? You wore that damn toga all week so you could sing one line about a porno? “
“It’s a classic! Besides, I had no idea you’d be so turned on by it!”
“You tricked me into becoming Caligula: The Home Version!”
Chris cocked his head and flashed Lance.
“Ok, ok. I’m not complaining. But why?”
“Do I need an excuse to horn dog on my boyfriend?”
Lance thought about the last week and the stirring in his senses, even now.
part the last. I think. yep, last.
“Yes, my Adonis?” Chris was as naked as Lance was.
Lance leaned forward and drew him close. “Ever done it on a washing machine?”
“Why Lance! You dirty man!”
Chris dug the toga out of the dryer to wear while Lance slept.
Lance suffered through Chris poking him all through a new episode of Criminal Minds, but turned and pounced on him as soon as the credit began to roll. He was pretty sure he was going to injure himself soon, but he was having so much fun he no longer cared. They fell asleep on the couch.
Chris woke Lance up in bed, toga on and very wilted laurels in place. Lance looked at him, thought about how much he wanted him, even as his body screamed in protest. He flopped back on the bed and sighed.
“What’s with the get-up Chris?”
Chris stood for a moment, stunned. Then, throwing his arms wide sang. “It’s just my little tribute to Caligula, darling!”
Lance propped himself up on his elbows and stared. “A porno!? You wore that damn toga all week so you could sing one line about a porno? “
“It’s a classic! Besides, I had no idea you’d be so turned on by it!”
“You tricked me into becoming Caligula: The Home Version!”
Chris cocked his head and flashed Lance.
“Ok, ok. I’m not complaining. But why?”
“Do I need an excuse to horn dog on my boyfriend?”
Lance thought about the last week and the stirring in his senses, even now.
And pounced.